Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.